All Manner of Sins

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the people who made “Troy” and to Homer, but he’s dead. I only own um, well, the other stuff.
A/N If you don’t like slash, don’t read this.
A/N Here is what you have been waiting for. No more teasing, for awhile anyway.


Hector slowly lifted up to remove his shirt. Achilles ran his eyes over all of the scars on that beautiful torso. He noticed that one of Hector's small wounds was bleeding slightly. He brought his mouth down, and ever so lightly licked away the drop of blood. A shudder of pleasure ran through the other man's body. Achilles then started to slowly and rhythmically lick the wound. A small sigh of ecstasy escaped Hector's lips. Achilles knew he had this man and was going to prove it, or so he thought. When Hector brought his hands to the top of Achilles' back, it seemed like a gentle caress, until he slid his hand under Achilles shirt and ripped it. It fell off and left Achilles stunned. Hector then violently pushed Achilles onto his back and brought his head down to Achilles' chest. Ignoring the scars, he started to gently lick around the left nipple. Despite his best efforts to control it, a groan escaped through Achilles' lips. Hector lifted his head and smiled. Achilles then moaned for the loss of Hector's hot mouth. Hector again brought his mouth to Achilles' ear.
"You will have no smug egotism while in bed with me. The second you think that you own me, I will have you crawling to me and begging me to take you. Don't underestimate me, or over estimate yourself."
Achilles nodded as desire flooded through him. Hector then allowed Achilles to continue what he'd started. Once Hector was again on his back, Achilles set his mouth to working its way down Hector's chest. The sounds his acts elicited simply aroused him even more. When he reached Hector's navel, he stopped his descent while his hand slowly took off Hector's skirt. But instead of continuing down, he brought his mouth to Hector's and the kiss was long and deep. Then Hector's tongue started probing Achilles' mouth. His hands strayed down and removed the rest of Achilles' clothi Hec Hector smoothly disengaged from Achilles and gently pushed him off. He then gently laid his body down onto Achilles and hethe the other man moan at the feeling of their two naked bodies against each other. Achilles started on Hector's neck with his mouth while exploring Hector's back with his hands. While Achilles was moaning into Hector's neck, Hector took the moment to enter him in one motion and without any warning. A harsh scream of pain and pleasure ripped from Achilles throat. Hector then slowly began to thrust in and out. Achilles then joined the rhythm with his hips. Achilles came first, with a scream and Hector's name a whisper on his lips. Hector followed closely behind and after the fire ripped through his body, he collapsed onto Achilles. The two men fell asleep from exhaustion.

Hector awoke a few hours later. It was still pitch dark outside. He looked at Achilles' sleeping form and admired the musculature, still shining with sweat after the night's exertions. He carefully brushed a lock of hair off of the other man's face. Just a few hours ago, he realized, he had hated Achilles. He wasn't sure he liked him too terribly much right now. Yet here Achilles was, lying naked in his arms. He smiled slightly and kissed Achilles, gently so as not to wake him. He started to slowly draw out of the other man. Hector was almost free, when Achilles' hips thrust Hector back inside of him. Hector gasped in surprise and pleasure. Hector rolled onto his back and allowed the other man to thrust with his hips. It was Hector who came first this time, and afterwards he drew out, but neither of the men slept. Hector's arms were around Achilles and his head on the other man's chest. Achilles was gently stroking Hector's hair. They lay like that until the first hints of dawn showed themselves. Hector quickly dressed and put the cloak back on. At the opening of Achilles' shelter, the two men indulged in a long, probing kiss before Hector departed. He arrived in his room while the night was still barely gray with dawn. He carefully stripped and slid into his bed. He took his sleeping wife into his arms and silently apologized for his infidelity. Despite all attempts, he was unable to sleep again that night. Any time he more than dozed, the image of Achilles' glistening, naked body appeared and startled him into waking.


A/N You like? I'm trying to decide if Hector should visit Achilles again. Please review and tell me. Also, what do you think the odds of one man (such as Priam) having two extremely atractive (hott) sons (such as Paris and Hector)?